It was a rainy day,
Here in Californi-a.
The sky is gray,
And it can no longer give color like I used to say.
They've been abusing me,
And their actions are like gravity.
Where I can't stand,
Cause I'm just a local brand.
Their slow punches and kicks,
Are like my clock that used to tick.
I can no longer walk,
I'm now soft like a chalk.
Days passed,
And I'm still lying on this grass.
Still waiting for someone to help me,
To burn all of this sanity.
As I fall on this cold hard pavement,
I'll just be quiet for me not to make a statement.
My face is bruised,
For my friends to ask, ain't gonna give a clue.
As I grow up,
I'll still be a piece of lollipop.
For I shall not be afraid,
I hold on tight on this rope that is braid.
I was once abused,
And this is the thing I can never loose.
Cause once abused,
Will forever be abused.
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